Jobby-wob... Said the Pelican

And I'm employed...ish. Yay, I'm back to where I was in August. At least now I'll stop hemorrhaging money. I don't think I spelled that correctly. But I don't care. At least I have a job for a month. Now that I have that out of the way, I need a new job. Yes. Already. So I asked my friend, Julie.

Julie: your going to have to come to terms with that fact that your place is in the kitchen
darkchord: you're probably right
Julie: and your sexy hips are for beariung children...oh wait
darkchord: HEY

So Julie didn't have the answer. This time. So here are my skills:

Great
Organization, Logic, Memory
Good
All artistic skills (music, drawing, photography, etc.), computer stuff... sure
Mediocre
Physical labor, food-prep skills
Poor
Handshakes

NOW - I'll just put all that data into a computer and see what my career future will be! Wonderful!

Answer: Custodian
Grab your mop and bucket, grow out those sideburns, and develop a speech impediment because your amazingly fantastic career in the custodial arts begins today!

Oh FUCK careers.